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Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.
-Omar Khayyam (Fitzgerald)

"He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder"
- Albert Einstein

"With freedom, flowers, books and the moon who could not be perfectly happy?"
- Oscar Wilde

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I'd like to meet:

Charlie Chaplin, Richard Dawkins, David Attenborough, Gore Vidal, Stephen Hawking, Oscar Wilde, Stephen Fry

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My Blog

Climax

Finally, my life is leading somewhere. I got back from work, all wet from rain and fuming from being surrounded by vegetables all day (I refer to the other people who work there, not the elderly deme...
Posted by on Wed, 30 Apr 2008 11:10:00 GMT

Krankenflax and Starchild

I have a tale, oh such a tale for you. Yesterday we (the Scotsman and I) ventured into Dorchester to find beer after suffereing some degree of disappointment at our luncheon guest's lateness...
Posted by on Sat, 30 Jun 2007 03:42:00 GMT

The voice of rebellion

A legendary poem written by Twig and I in Year 10. It was actually found by Mr Veale and Twig had to permenantly change her handwriting not to be caught. I'm sure many of you remember it and if y...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 12:05:00 GMT

For your pleasure...

Well for Jack's really... A poem I wrote in about year 9 (unedited!!): The Poor Little Troll Under the bridge there lived a trollHis only friend was a little rag dollMade by his mother before she died...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 11:24:00 GMT

Wellywellywelly...

Tilda's skipping English and waiting for her Bond to whisk her away so now she is reduced to blogging. I needs help decision-making. Do I move into a house in a remote village where I have t...
Posted by on Tue, 01 May 2007 06:34:00 GMT

Let's write the most boring blog ever.

I'm sat in the Gateway listening to Twig talk about Maths. Mark just walked in having passed his driving test. It's a nice Sunny day but I'm in here surrounded by emos talking about their friends list...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Apr 2007 05:02:00 GMT

I have a dream...

Last night I dreamt I was on the piss with Steve Knightley and Stephen Fry. We were at a beer festival in a small room and I had honey beer!! Steve Knightley kept running away and getting lost and Ste...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 20:45:00 GMT

Weekend shenanigans

Well, it's Thursday, and I have many courseworks, essays and mock exams due in next week, which I have not even thought about let alone dragged out of my forgotten college bag and began to plow throug...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Apr 2007 20:33:00 GMT

People....

This thing is related to me. And she nicked me song!!       (the one on the left ;D)
Posted by on Thu, 05 Apr 2007 12:59:00 GMT

Well...

I have been informed of my indecorous behaviour last night!! Tildy is embaressed. I still don't know what Dr Hicks is, but know my body hates it. I am still hungover and ...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Apr 2007 08:11:00 GMT